The thing about grief 

is it’s more than the moment of impact. 

It's also the shockwaves 

after the asteroid hits your world. 


It’s the cracking  

along the fault lines 

breaking apart continents. 

It’s respecting the rage of the underground rivers 

racing madly where you hoped 

there might be gold, or at least iron

enough to try to make steel. 


It’s the near drowning 

in dozens of deep wells of resentment 

before you find any sign 

of a reservoir of grace. 


It’s the exhaustion 

in the mental cyclones  

of forgetting and remembering,

wondering which is more painful. 


It is also knowing 

that even if every breath  

I take ever after 

is ragged and choked 

there is something in me 

that wants to keep breathing.  

Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to the Friday Writings post at Poets and Storytellers United. At the time of this posting, it is a few days past the second anniversary of a dear friend's death. This poem was inspired by thoughts I had when I visited one of our favorite nature centers.

Spring Insists on Coming

Spring insists on coming.
Even though winter still gnaws
at the edges of my world,

spring will not stop coming, coaxing
life from the seeds
I thoughtlessly planted,

not understanding how fragile
the sprouts’ little green necks
can be, stretching out skyward.

Some will never make it that far,
asleep forever
where even late frost can’t hurt them.

But spring is here
and for whatever it’s worth
so am I.

Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem in linked to the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.

Love Letter to a Wildflower

beautiful things grow
in unexpected places.
you taught me that

there is no wall
no cement pavement
thick enough
to keep what is meant to grow
from unabashedly blooming.

at the end of every winter
i search through last year’s dead leaves
and the cracks of suburban civilization
until i find you again.

Photo by Lee 琴 on Unsplash

Line Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writings Prompt at Poets and Storytellers United